Free Refills

There's only one gas station in the center of town

And well water that makes white clothes dingy

While we discuss politics in the garage:

"Do you always wear dresses?"

 

Lets go play with that dog.

"Hey puppy!

Do you want this coin?!

Will you succumb to the false rewards of capitalism?"

 

Summer nights with scarves and jackets

Because the Earth is growing colder

Each day.

 

As we pass out copies of Howel to strangers,

I'll take one Ginsberg, black.

No cream. No sugar.

Free Refills. 

 

As we hug goodbye,

I am overwhelmed by the smell of bad coffee and cheap cigarettes.

May everything we do be in spite.

With Free Refills.

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